I’ve been playing with Hazel a bit recently, mostly so I can get a handle on it to support others’ usage of a simple file automation/ housekeeping application. I like it, but it is somewhat limited in not allowed nested conditional and other basic logic statements. Anyway, what Hazel does is not much more– and very frequently less– that what I’ve been doing with ad hoc cron scripts. These are not very tidy having built built up over the years. And so I Googled and I found a x-platform, ruby based Hazel alternative in maid.

This version corresponds to Apple’s default on early 2008 Macbook Pros which came preinstalled with Leopard (OS X 10.5). I guess this shows that although I am running Mountain Lion now on a mid-2012 MBP I have not had a clean OS install since April ’08, and I have never done so myself on my own machine. So, proof that:

I am lazy?

Upgrades work ‘plenty fine’, and Apple do a pretty good job in this regard?

I’m scared of losing all the custom build of compilers, interpreters, symlinks, scripts in odd locations doing various things, settings galore… etc, etc. that make this machine mine?

Think I’ll persist on this path through Mavericks *then* start fresh with OS XI… if I am am still using an increasingly annoying Apple OS.

$ rvm list known
$ rvm list
rvm rubies=&gt; ruby-1.9.2-p290 [ x86_64 ]
$ rvm install 1.9.1
Searching for binary rubies, this might take some time.
No binary rubies available for: osx/10.8/x86_64/ruby-1.9.1-p431.
Continuing with compilation. Please read 'rvm help mount' to get more information on binary rubies.
You requested building with '/usr/bin/gcc-4.2' but it is notin your path.
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With the aim of full ROM by week 12. Basically it’s a balancing act. Too much active flexion risks rupture, and too little leads to scaring and adhesion. But I should be getting ultrasound therapy twice weekly starting next week to break up scar tissue. W00t

And it would appear that external stitches of the Bruner incision counted 30, not the 25 I’d mentioned earlier.

Had surgery today to repair the severed tendons in my wrist yesterday. Full-on, no holds barred general anesthetic and two and a half hours under the knife of a very well respected orthopedic surgeon working out of New England Baptist Hospital. General anaesthetic worked like a charm, but I wish that i had more time to enjoy it. About 5 minuted of pre-anaesthesia sedative and then some pure oxygen. The last number I remember counting to was only 3!

The pic. here is the temporary suturing done at Newton-Wellesley ER after clean up and glass removal, a small infusion of blood and my first experience with percocet. Sunday June 23, 2013, a day not to be forgotten. It’s a teaching hospital, and Mr. K. asked for my consent to have videos/ photographs taken of the proceedings for later classroom use. I agreed on the proviso that I get copies of any materials so used.

I wish I had the foresight to take a photo before these temporary stitches were put in. As I watched the physician stitch away I was quite taken with the depth of the wound, and the weirdness of trying to wiggle my fingers knowing that the index, middle and ring fingers were not actually connected to flexor muscles anymore.

Follow up meeting in two weeks time. Until then it’s Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation, and lots of HBO reruns with my new best friend Percocet 5/325. The nerve block on the right brachial plexus before seeing me home last night is starting to wear off. That’s good in that I can move my arm, bad in that it feels as though molten lead is pouring through my veins.

Since typing is a royal pain in the arse, I’m just going to copy “what happened” from a FB message I sent to a friend:

Going to the toilet, middle of the night. Used ambient light to see my way back to bed as I always do. Stepped on a f^cking kids’ toy. Put my hand out to catch my fall… found a 8×8 glass pane instead.Un-f^cking-believable! All the sh1t I’ve punched (glass and otherwise) when either angry or drunk and nothing happens. Then sober and sleepy I completely sever tendons. I think it’s true what they say: God really does protect the intoxicated.